Matt Chandler, a pastor in TX whose sermons are awesome and free says all the time, "You make a crummy god." And he's right.
I spent Mother's Day, and the days leading up to it, feeling miserable. I wondered:
Does the hubby know it's about to be Mother's Day?
Should I mention it?
If I do, am I being presumptuous? {Ridiculous!}
If I don't, can I be angry if he doesn't remember?
Has he planned anything, since usually we aren't particular about holidays?
Will it be what I really, really, really want?
That last one was the biggie. Will I get to have what I want for Mother's Day?
I had set myself up as god for the day, and I was miserable. I spent every moment wondering if I was going to be served and worshiped and when no one else knew my great and lofty desires as god, I was incensed.
My poor family. As god I'd made up my rules about how I wanted to be worshiped, but mind you, I'm a crummy god. I hadn't let anyone know how they were to worship me and could give them no power to do so.
It was almost dinnertime when I realized how foolish and utterly selfish I was being. Once my mind cleared up I was able to talk to my hubby and ask his forgiveness. His response: "I couldn't figure out what was going on." Honestly, neither could I.
So mental note: I make a crummy god.
And for the record, so does everyone you and I know. So don't turn anyone into a god. They'll be terrible at it.
I spent Mother's Day, and the days leading up to it, feeling miserable. I wondered:
Does the hubby know it's about to be Mother's Day?
Should I mention it?
If I do, am I being presumptuous? {Ridiculous!}
If I don't, can I be angry if he doesn't remember?
Has he planned anything, since usually we aren't particular about holidays?
Will it be what I really, really, really want?
That last one was the biggie. Will I get to have what I want for Mother's Day?
I had set myself up as god for the day, and I was miserable. I spent every moment wondering if I was going to be served and worshiped and when no one else knew my great and lofty desires as god, I was incensed.
My poor family. As god I'd made up my rules about how I wanted to be worshiped, but mind you, I'm a crummy god. I hadn't let anyone know how they were to worship me and could give them no power to do so.
It was almost dinnertime when I realized how foolish and utterly selfish I was being. Once my mind cleared up I was able to talk to my hubby and ask his forgiveness. His response: "I couldn't figure out what was going on." Honestly, neither could I.
So mental note: I make a crummy god.
And for the record, so does everyone you and I know. So don't turn anyone into a god. They'll be terrible at it.
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